Page 55 of Romancing the Orc

Brokk kisses me soft and slow and teasing, like we have all the time in the world to wring every drop of pleasure from each moment, each touch. His kisses fill my veins with honey, sweet and thick and drugging. I cling to him, wrapping my legs around his waist.

His magic pulses, and the little booties fall from my feet. With a growl, Brokk spins and heads for the cottage. “Please tell me there’s an empty bed we can make use of.”

“Yes,” I whisper, pressing kisses to his neck. “It’s my cottage—ourcottage.”

“Ours?” He pulls back enough to catch my eyes.

“If you like. I thought maybe we could leave New York. Live somewhere with forest.” It feels right. It feels like he belongs here in Ferndale Falls. “There’s a lot to discuss. We need to—”

He silences me with a kiss. “We need to talk later. Love now.”

I nod and point to the cute little rabbit planter on the front stoop. “The key’s in there.”

Brokk’s magic ripples through the air, and the leafy top of the purple shamrock parts for him, revealing the brass key.

In a flash, we’re inside, Brokk kicking the wooden door shut behind us. All the decorations are cottagecore, dark oak floors and the cream-colored walls covered in illustrated printsof mushrooms and tiny faeries. I point down the hall, and he strides past the living room, with its stone fireplace, overstuffed couch, and bunches of drying flowers hanging from exposed beams.

The bedroom looks even more welcoming, with the queen-sized bed covered in pale-pink and green and piled with pillows. I chuckle. The quilt I picked out a year ago matches the two of us perfectly. It’s also perfect that Brokk’s the first person I’ll welcome into this bed.

He sets me down, his hands moving immediately to glide the zipper down my back. Our times before were hungry and hard, fueled by the feeling of grabbing what we could, because we were being hunted.

This time, Brokk’s touch is gentle and teasing, his dark eyes watching me carefully, gauging my every response. He drags the sequined cloth forward off my shoulders, and I grab the journal and drop it onto the nightstand to get it out of our way. When the backs of his fingers brush over my breasts, my gasp makes him smile, slow and wicked.

My stomach flips. God, that smiledoesthings to me.

He chuckles, rich and deep, the sound full of heated promise. “I’m going to knot you and make you mine.”

“I’m already yours.” I slide a hand up the firm muscles of his chest. “Utterly and completely yours.”

“You will be more so. We will be fully mated.”

I shiver, an ache deep within me wanting—needing—this connection to him.

He crouches, sliding the catsuit down my body in an unhurried, deliberate glide.

Open-mouth kisses trace over my skin with the tease of lips and tongue and tusks. I shiver as Brokk tastes every part of me bared by the slow slide of sequined pink fabric.

When the catsuit’s finally off, he grins at me and hooks his tusks in my panties, pulling them from me without using his hands. He straightens up on his knees, his clever tongue working the front clasp of my bra. Then he removes it using only his tusks, too.

“You’re so very beautiful, my mate.” His heated eyes roam over me with an intensity I can feel like little licks of fire. His words make it true. I am the most beautiful I’ve ever been in my life.

Brokk stands and lays me on the bed before taking off his boots and pants. He crawls up over me, his long hair falling around us like a silky black curtain.

Creamy fluid leaks from his erection, dripping onto my stomach in a wash of heat that sets my blood boiling. “Brokk!”

“I’ve got you, my sweet mate.” His hand glides down my body, stroking over my clit in a flash of keen sensation that sends me soaring into my first orgasm.

As soon as I come down, he goes to follow with his mouth, and I clutch at his shoulders.

“No, please. I need you inside me.” I ache. Not just my pussy—something in my chest aches, a feeling of incompleteness I can no longer stand. I touch right between my breasts. “I’m so empty.”

“It’s the mate bond,” he growls. “We need to complete it.”

“Yes. Please, Brokk.”

“Of course, my love.” He cups my cheek. “We have all the time in the world for other delights. But I need to make sure you’re ready to receive my knot.”

“I’m ready.” I nod and shimmy my hips up off the bed until my stomach slides across his cock. “So ready.”

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